From The Ashes (After The Burn Series) (3 page)

“I’m
going to fill you with my come, make sure everyone knows you’re ours.” Cole gripped her hips and began to drive into her depths relentlessly.

She moaned, and the vibrations were almost Cain’s undoing. “Fuck! Make her come, Cole.”
He glanced down to view her round face, twisted into a mask of pleasure.

She bucked off the desk, crying out around his cock as her body shook, and he let go, flooding her mouth with his seed. Cole’s hoarse cry
rang through the room full of ragged breathing as they all came down.

Ca
in glanced down her body, met Cole’s gaze and nodded. They’d picked the right one.

“You did so good
, baby, let’s get you cleaned up so Cain can have his turn.”

Cain removed himself from between her luscious lips. Cole did the same, and they quickly re-dressed, helping Devon into a sitting position.

The haze of passion faded, and into something unrecognizable.

“Devon? You okay? Did we hurt you?” Cain asked.

“N-no, but I’m not on anything. I’m so stupid!”

Cole smirked.
“Haven’t you figured it out yet? The towns solid, it’s time to move onto the next stage. Repopulation, you’ll deliver our heirs.”

She blinked. “I what?”

“That’s right. We’re going to come in you over, and over again until we’ve accomplished our goal.” Cole pushed her legs apart and stood between them, swirling his finger inside her, playing with the mixture they’d made together.

Cain bent over and nipped at her jaw.
“And then we’re going to come in you some more,” he whispered against her skin, savoring the fine trembles that shook her body.

“I- I don’t know.” She cleared her throat.

“Don’t know what? You’re ours.” Cole wrapped his hand around her throat.

She shook her head.
“No, about the baby.”

“Why not? Can you have them?” Cain pulled away.

“Yes. I mean, I should be able to. I never tested the theory.” Her softly spoken words seemed meant more for herself.

“We all ready popped that cherry. Tomorrow you’
ll be tested by the doc, we’ll find out when you’re most fertile and what we could do to improve our chances of conception,” Cole said removing his fingers and popping them into his mouth.

“You thought this all out, huh?” Her voice cracked.

“I think we’re drowning her in information, Cole. Let’s get her dressed, take her home, and get her cleaned up.”

Cole nodded, and picked up her bra, tossing
it to him. Cain helped her dress, careful to gentle his touched. Softness was a long forgotten luxury. He didn’t want to spook her. Even with her height topping out around Five foot-ten, five foot-eleven, he dwarfed her.

“We’ll get you into some female clothing this time,” Cole said.

Devon tensed.

“Are you afraid?” Cain said.

“A little. I don’t…this is all new and fast.” She gestured with her hands, sliding off the desk to stand.

Cain exchanged a worried look with Cole.

“Listen, if someone so much as stares too hard I’m going to bust their head wide open. You don’t have to worry anymore. Do you understand that?” Cole leaned back on the balls of his feet and shoved his hands into his pockets.

“I
… I’m just not used to this.” She took a shaky breath.

“Well you should start. We aren’t going to treat the future mother
of our kids like the other women around this place.” Cain clenched and unclenched his jaw.

Devon
had no clue how important she’d become just by joining their family. She might as well have signed her name in blood on a contract. As the mother figure for the new way they wanted to run things she had a huge part to play.

Chapter Three

Silky fabric, slid up her thighs, tickling her skin. She fought against the awareness, threatening to pull her from the dream. It’d been so long since she experienced such decadent sensations. Her nose twitched. The scent of roses greeted her. The wispy tendrils of sleep escaped
, and she opened her eyes.

A gasp stuck in her the back of her throat. A large form hovered over her, and the events of the day rushed back full force.

“Are you awake now, Dev?”

In less than two hours her world had turned on its side. She walked between the two
, a zombie going through the motions, as they boxed her in. A delicious sneak peek into the dynamic relationship between two dominant men.

They guided her from
the office building to the two-story house within walking distance. The light blue building with white shutters loomed in front of her like a haunted house. It looked great on the outside, but once she entered, their deal would be official. Her gaze darted around as she sought out an exit, only to come up short. The neighborhood appeared deceptively quiet. One call from either man would travel through the team on call like lightning. She didn’t’ want to piss them off. Not when she’d seen the damage they were capable of causing, and they’d been acting so kind.

She’d never seen them this gentle before, wouldn’t have believed them capable of it if she hadn’t been on the receiving end.
Cole unlocked the front door and Cain ushered her inside with a hand on the small of her back. They cleared the threshold and she took in the miss-matched furniture. Brown suede, black leather, and end tables and chairs of various dark shades greeted her.

“Welcome to your humble abode.” Cole smirked.

 “Let’s give her the tour,” Cain said.

“I’ll warn you
, we don’t have any frilly girly crap, but we’ll acquire some for you. Can you cook?” The hopeful expression in Cole’s eyes made her snicker.

“Yes
, it used to be a huge passion…before.”

“Thank God! We can do the basics, but it’d be
nice to have home cooked meals,” Cain said.

Her stomach plummeted. Did they expect to put her up in some sort ivory tower now? Turn her into a glorifie
d homemaker? She balked at the thought. “Will I stay home now?”              

“What? No.” Cain shook his head. “You’re damned good at your job.
You have a way of setting folks at ease while getting the job done. We need that.”

“When you start getting in the last months that’ll be a different story.” Cole’s words brought back the elephant in the room.

Pregnancy in a world
where modern medicine no longer existed frightened her. They had EMT’s and doctors in town, but epidurals had become a thing of the past. The boys exchanged a look over her head. There was more to the story.

“How- how will we know what’s going on during the pregnancy?”

“Been stocking up on new equipment for the hospital for a long time, Devon. This wasn’t some half –assed decision we made in the heat of the moment.”

“Of course I didn’t mean to insinuate that.” She glanced down, back ramrod straight as she waited for the dress down.

 “Hey.” Cain rested a hand on her shoulder. “We can play nice if you do.”

“And if I don’t?”

“You really want to go there, sweetheart?” Cole’s raspy voice dropped her stomach down into her shoes.

“No.”

“Good choice. Let’s move on to the rest of the house.” Cole turned on his heels and she followed with the lines clearly drawn. She could be a happy prisoner or a miserable one. Either way, she wouldn’t be leaving.

They walked through the open plan living room into the kitchen. She placed a hand on her heart, and did a slow revolution. Kitchen Aide had thrown up all over the w
hite and black granite counters. Stainless steel gleamed. She strode over to the stove, feeling like a kid at Christmas as she caressed the handles of the gas run appliance.

“Damn
, I’m getting jealous over here,” Cole said.

She
turned toward him and smiled. “If you don’t cook why do you have all this?”

Cole shook his head. “
The house came that way.”

Maybe life here wouldn’t be that bad.

“Ready to see the rest?” Cain arched his eyebrow and she nodded.

He’d always been the less gruff of the two. Probably because of his age, older siblings had a way of taking off some of the pressures everyday life tossed your way. She’d seen it back home with her best friend Marilyn and her older sister Marnie. Of course, kids of forest rangers could never be considered normal. They lived by a different set of rules. After showing her the wooden deck out back, they made their way up the mid-sized staircase.

“We have four rooms and two baths.” Cain led her down the hallway. He opened the door to reveal a twin sized bed against the wall, and a tiny walnut wood dresser with a mirror above it. The palate was bland, beige with white trim on the baseboard. “This is our guest room, but it’s not used often. We don’t like people in our personal space.” Closing the door behind him, he led her to the door a few feet down.

“This is where I stay.” The walls were the same blah beige, but she could see hints of his personality. The chocolate brown
bedspread highlighted with pops of blue and the cherry-wood dresser and nightstand suited him. Intelligent, quiet, and deadly, she often wondered what he’d done before the world burned.

Cain smiled. “I have a bathroom next door, but it’s nothing special.” He wave
d a hand, dismissing the unseen space.

“I like it.”

“Well don’t get too attached. I have the on suite, and we’ll be staying in there.”

“We?” Her heart raced.

“Oh yeah we’re splitting this thing fifty-fifty, sweetheart, and don’t look at me like that. The only one we’ll be touching is you.”

She held up
her hands. “I wasn’t thinking—”

“You wondered.” He chuckled. “It was written all over your face.”

Her lips twitched. She liked this newly discovered sense of humor. When they let down their guard, they were even more attractive.

They walked
by a door on the left.

“That’s the bathroom. The other is another spare room, which looks just like the first one you saw.
Let’s cut to the chase. You can explore later.”

“Anxious to get me back into bed?” Her pussy still
ached from the wild ride in their office.

“I want to get you settled in
so we can pick up a few things,” Cole said, pausing by the last door on the left.

Her stomach tightened as image of ropes, and nipple clamps flooded her mind. These boys looked
like they liked it rough.
I feel like a damn sheep among wolves.
Cole opened the door.

“Consider this your home away from home.”

She walked inside, and her jaw dropped. The massive room held a king size bed done in black. A large screen television hooked up to a DVD, and an extensive collection. Her fingers itched to browse the titles lined up on the display shelf. A mid-sized, black leather couch faced the television set.

“This
is like our movie room. We spend a lot of time in here. The living room goes unused most of the time,” Cain said.

She nodded taking in the masculine elegance.

“You ready for the magic moment?” Cole asked.

“Yes?
”

Cain laughed. “Oh she’
s smart.”

“Shut up.”

The playful bickering thawed the icy resistance she’d built up against being a kept woman.
Would it be so bad to accept what they readily offered?
She followed the excited male into the bathroom with Cain trailing behind them shaking his head. He opened a door and the gleaming white set up in front of her stole her breath. A glass stand in rested against the wall across from a deep set bath with spa jets, and a water fall style basin sink. White candles lined the wall. They’d never been used, so she assumed they were from the previous owner.

“Amazing , isn’t it?” Cole wiggled his eyebrows.

“Yes.” Her eyes glazed over at the thought of a real bath with no fear or rush.

“Why don’t you…
commune with your inner woman and let us get some things together?” Cole asked.

“
I am so okay with that.”

“Good, then it’s settled.” Cole moved over wrapped a hand around her waist and pulled her flush against him. Her cheeks burned, but her body molded to his hardness. He sucked her lower lip in his mouth and slid into her tongue seducing her with his intensity. She clutched his collar and purred.
He pulled away.

“Something to remember me by.”

He released her with a wink and strode out the door with a grinning Cain stepping up for his turn. The kiss was gentler. His lips moved over hers making her feel cherished. He cupped the back of her head and she sighed into his mouth. They parted and he laid his head against her forehead for a moment before he moved back.

“We won’t be long.”

Her stomach flipped as he walked away.
Can a person have Stockholm syndrome this early?

***

Cole adjusted his cock as he took in the sight of the new and improved, Devon. Dressed in a pair of snug jeans, a form fitting thermal shirt, she was a wet dream come true. Tiny ringlets haloed around her fine featured face. Unmarred by the plight of most women, she held an innocence that drew him in like a skittish animal drawn to a kind owner. She sat on the couch between him and Cain, finishing up a romantic comedy. Not sure what else to do, he and his brother ended up with a fucked up speed dating scheme.

They had a lot to talk about, but first they needed to gain her trust. He knew as a man she could hold her water. It didn’t make sense for the rules to change with her ge
nder. But her ability to hide well, unnerved him. Once they knew they had her fully on their side it’d be an asset. Right now…it was a cause for concern. They didn’t remain on top because they had bleeding hearts, and walked on faith. They were paranoid bastards who did what needed to be done. He liked it that way. It cut down on the bullshit, kept them safe, and made life bearable.

When they’d first
arrived across the town with their original merry band of survivors, they w had been idealistic, and stupid. It’d landed them on the wrong end of the knife. He never made the mistake of thinking this would be a democracy again. He trailed his hand over the faded scar on his neck.
Jason, you son of a bitch.
Cole watched the life fade from those azure eyes before the blood loss landed him on his ass. Nothing hurt like betrayal delivered at the hands of a person you considered family. Cole wrapped an arm around her slender waist, focusing on the softness and light she brought into their lives.

They bot
h needed it. It was no secret the two of them straddled the line between tough and cruel for awhile. Too much pressure with no relief, monotony, and no chance for change had them worn to the barebones. Then the idea for a revolution came to be during a late night conversation. He ran his fingers down her side, wondering if even now his seed had taken root, so much hinged on the success of this relationship. The credits rolled on the TV, and Cole moved his hand up to her breast. He wanted to cement the bond before the truth came out. Micah had a big mouth and wounded pride. Without a doubt, Micah would stir up trouble.
Good, I’ve been waiting for an excuse to step on that asshole’s neck and boot him.

Dev turned to look at him with whiskey brown eyes,
glossed over with desire. Her nipple pebbled and he leaned down to suck it into his mouth. She buried her fingers in the short strands of his hair and gripped hard, he smirked against her.
Still got it.
He released her pert bud and blew on the dampened spot.

“It’s time for Cain to stake his claim on yo
u properly.” He pinched both nipples and her back curved. “Isn’t that right?”

“Shit yeah.” His brother’s eyes came to life
, and Cole grinned.

“He’s eager.” Cole
slid his hand down to cup her between her legs. “Can you handle it?”

Cain held her face in his hands.
“I’ll be gentle.”

Cole found the contrast of tan skin against brown, beautiful.

“I don’t want to be a disappointment.” She glanced down.

Cole’s heart dropped. “Why would you think that?”

“I’m not like the other girls. I- I don’t have experience and I can’t-” She shook her head.

“You
are exactly what we want,” Cain said.

“Fuck them
, Devon. We don’t want a living breathing blow up doll. We’ll teach you everything you need to know. How we like it. How to handle it rough and dirty.” Cole slipped his hand under her shirt, unsnapping her bra. He cupped the heavy weight of her breasts and growled. “You’re so fucking soft.”